Lucky Dog 1 translations 08 Bernardo route 02

Part 3: Daivan

Chapter 8

Tucking In After a Long Half-Day’s Work


…And after that, the phones continue to ring…

Among them, sometimes there’s urgent reports, and when those come up I transfer the call over to Bernardo to give orders.  …After doing this for several hours, I’m starting to get a general feeling for the situation.

Right now, CR:5 is majorly on the offensive in the city of Daivan.  The targets?  The GD and other gang’s thugs who’d been throwing their weight around in our town like nobody’s business.

We’re splitting our targets up – some specific places we pinpoint with a concentrated attack force and others are places we send just a few people to scout out.  These two things are going on simultaneously, confusing the enemy and isolating them out.

The GD’re probably so confused right now, heh.

giandaivanu2-1-2b Gian: It’s practically a war already…
berndaivanc4-3-1 Bernardo: Though neither sides have declared this.  …While we were away, they made quite a mess of our garden.  All we’re doing is fixing it back up.


Bernardo stands up from his wire throne and stretches.  …Man, he sure is tall.

Bernardo: It’s a little early, but let’s have lunch.  You’re hungry, aren’t you?

giandaivanu3-13-1 Gian: Want me to give ‘em a call?

Bernardo: No, let’s head down.  Don’t you get tired of cold meals?


Bernardo crosses across the room and tells the guards at the door,

berndaivanc1-2-1 Bernardo: We’re going to take a short break.  If something happens, call the phone downstairs.

Bernardo’s Subordinate B: Yes, Comandante.

Bernardo slaps me on the back and the two of us head over to the elevator.

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Much calmer now, Bernardo and I find ourselves at a sofa away from the crumbs.  I take a drag of one of Bernardo’s cigarettes…

…This is good.  The fragrance’s completely different.

giandaivanu3-2-1c Gian: That hits the spot!  Bernardo, your smokes are reeeally good.  …It probably cost a pretty penny.


Bernardo: A bit.  But, just one is enough to satisfy you, right?  It’s much more economical than inhaling a factory of cheap goods.

giandaivanu1-9-1 Gian: I get ya.


We set ourselves down on the soft sofa … and at the same time, a silence as soft as the sofa settles between us.

berndaivanc4-7-1 Bernardo: …You’re free after we’re done with lunch.  Just let me know if you intend to head outside.
giandaivanu2-2-1b Gian: …Huh?  But we were so busy just now, though…
berndaivanc4-3-1 Bernardo: Didn’t I say that we would be launching all our attacks at once today?
giandaivanu3-2-2b Gian: Then … this means that we’ve already managed to get all of Daivan back, all before noon…?!
berndaivanc4-1-1 Bernardo: No…

The bellboy and waiter bring the plates full of food at this point in time, cutting off Bernardo’s words.  The wonderful perfume of consommé accompanies the faint steam.

berndaivanc1-1-1 Bernardo: Let’s talk as we eat.  For the morning, all of our attacks have been completed for the day.  But, despite the short time frame, we’ve taken care of more than half their bases.
giandaivanu2-5-2 Gian: Then … we can get everything back if we go into the afternoon!  …Except that would be too much to hope for, wouldn’t it?
berndaivanc4-4-1 Bernardo: Unfortunately so.  We’re working on retrieving everything they’d stolen in the past month, so it will take some time.  It’s more than just destroying the enemy’s troops…
berndaivanc4-6-1 Bernardo: We have to expose the bases the GD are using as junction points, and disinfect them so they can’t come back and contaminate us again later.  However, we’re lacking the manpower to do so…
giandaivanu2-1-2b Gian: …Our troops … not enough?
berndaivanc4-3-1 Bernardo: Very unfortunately, this is true.  Compared to the CR:5, the GD have far more of everything – manpower, financial resources, and territory.
giandaivanu3-3-2 Gian: R-Really?

It’s then the next dish comes up.  It’s a dish of steamy, warm pasta, a basket of bread, and a roast beef adorned with salad, spread out like an open blossom.

berndaivanc4-6-1 Bernardo: …To tell the truth, compared to the GD we are at a horrendous disadvantage, but … this is a battle on our home ground.
berndaivanc4-6-1 Bernardo:  We have the locational advantage, and the people here are still favorable towards the CR:5.  If we have to fight a defensive battle, then we can last for more than five minutes.
giandaivanu2-2-1b Gian: …Mm, ngh, this meat’s good.  …And that’s where your network of phones comes in?
berndaivanc4-3-1 Bernardo: It truly is a wonderful thing to be repaid for one’s labor.

Bernardo’s cheeks soften happily as he pokes at the plate.  I’m also indulging myself in the rich aroma of the tomato sauce as I guzzle down the pasta.

berndaivanc1-1-1 Bernardo: Unfortunately … it’s impossible for us to destroy the GD.  In which case, the only way is to convince them to give up on Daivan.
giandaivanu1-1-1b Gian: Why don’t we … … let them make more crawfish buddies?  I’m sure they’d love a claw-to-hand handshake.

…Thank god there’s no crab or lobster in the meal…  I clean up the pasta dish in a second and now I’m chomping down on the sauce-flavored bread.


Bernardo: Can you fit more in?  If so, I’ll order more—

giandaivanu2-6-1 Gian: Nah, I’ll leave it at this.  …But jeez, you really don’t eat.


Half the pasta’s still left in Bernardo’s plate.  I jab my fork into the food.  Territory, seized.

berndaivanc4-3-1 Bernardo: Haha … I’ve always been like this, you know.
giandaivanu2-4-1 Gian: And yet you still got so tall.  I’m feeling some unfairness going on.

…How to put it…  Full stomach brings true happiness.

But … while that’s true … at the very bottom of said stomach, there’s a bad feeling sitting there like I’d swallowed a rock.

…Is this anxiety…?

giandaivanu3-3-1 Gian: …I wonder … if we can win…?

Bernardo takes a breath before replying.

berndaivanc1-1-1 Bernardo: We will.  Because this is war.  …If we lose the war, then we lose everything.  Not just our lives, but we will really lose every last thing.
giandaivanu2-1-1 Gian: …i.e., ‘there’s more important things in life than life itself?’

The question I ask back is casual.  Bernardo gazes at me from behind his glasses and … then smiles.

berndaivanc4-1-1 Bernardo: Sigh…

Bernardo sets the coffee cup down and says,

berndaivanc4-3-1 Bernardo: With you around, I … hmm … feel … at ease.  I feel like I can tackle the work.
giandaivanu1-9-1 Gian: Is that how it is?  What, maybe it’s the ol’ Pappy-relaxing pheromones I’m giving off?
berndaivanc2-3-1 Bernardo: Yes, that’s right.  That’s exactly it.
giandaivanu1-2-2 Gian: Seriously?
berndaivanc2-5-1 Bernardo: Boss Alessandro was the same.  …Haha, you fogey-killer.
giandaivanu2-2-2b Gian: Aw, c’mon…  I’d rather have the makings of a lady-killer!

We laugh, keeping our voices pressed low, and … like it was a signal of some sort, Bernardo stands from his seat.


Bernardo: I’ll be returning to work.  Gian, if you’re going to leave, make sure to tell me.

giandaivanu3-13-1b Gian: I know, I know.


I also stand up and cross the floor with Bernardo.

Bernardo heads on ahead towards the elevator.  …I waggle my fingers in goodbye towards Bernardo’s back as I stay behind on this floor without any real strategy or objective.

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